Sitting in the counselor’s office after months of brutal treatment, I felt exasperated by the loss of strength, energy, clarity, sanity. As soon as I finished one treatment, I entered another. Chemotherapy. Radiation. More and more surgeries. The counselor slapped me...
Over the years, I’ve discovered a secret to reigniting your faith—even when it seems impossible: Apart from the wonder of God, passion for him and his Word fades. But with a renewed sense of wonder, even the cold embers of an extinguished faith can be fanned back...
Over the last few years I’ve slowly been learning and relearning the power of rest, the gift of the Sabbath. In Wonderstruck, I confessed: “Most days, I felt like I was running on a fuming treadmill on full incline. Exhausted and burned out, I was running with an...
“If all your friends think it’s a bad idea, believe them.” –A friendly reminder from MargaretFeinberg.com This blog is part of a series called Sunday Still. You can read more about the heart behind these posts, here.
Grateful for the words of Walter Brueggemann today. Read through this poem as you reflect on the Advent season: We give you thanks for the babe born in violence. We give you thanks for the miracle of Bethlehem, born into the Jerusalem heritage. We do not understand...
